I have a notebook that I keep on my desk in which I write just about everything in. But if you look through my book, you will find most of the pages filled with what I call doodling (which means to scribble absentmindedly). But not every page is that way. Sometimes, when I think and consider the ones in my life that I so dearly love, I write down their name. Recently my grandson was looking in my book and he saw his name, and he excitedly said, “That’s my name, Papaw.” “Why did you write down my name?” I told him that I wrote his name in my book because I loved him, and always thought of him, and that I always had his best interest at heart. Now, every time he comes to our house, and into my study, he wants to see his name written in my book. He likes it when he sees his two sisters’ names. He likes it when he sees his mother’s name. He even likes it when he sees my name. But the name he loves to see and wants to see the most is his name.
I love to think about my name being written in heaven, in God’s eternal Book, that Book of Life of the Lamb slain before the foundation of the world. (Revelation 13:8) What great joy it would bring me to see the names of all whom I love written in God’s Book. Lost sinner, I would love to see your name written there. But like my grandson, there is one name that I desire to see above all the others, and that is mine! The thought of my name being written there makes me feel and act like I am five years old again. For like my grandson, I know that God loves me. I know that Christ died for me, and I know that I am constantly and forever on His mind. God, my Father, has my eternal interest and welfare at heart. Is your name written there? May God be pleased to make it so!
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